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Springtime Flowers

Monday, April 30th, 2007

Spring in the South of England is beautiful. We have no bluebells here (the soil in Pamber forest is acidic. It’s carpeted with blueberries, but alas no bluebells) but there are flowers everywhere and the air is perfumed with their scent.

Spring Flowers

A week from now, we’ll be on our way to Canada. It’s crazy to travel in May—which is the best month of the year—but this time around April has been better than May in most years. We’ve already had at least twice our total springtime sunshine.

Flowers

I’m still not on any hurry to go anywhere, but I have heretic thoughts about skiing making a change from all this greenery and flowers. I also have the sneaking suspicion that, if I was living in a sunny country, I may never have travelled at all. Or maybe that’s just old age talking.

Wild Flower Bouquet

Pixel-stained Technopeasants Unite!

Monday, April 23rd, 2007

It’s a long story (and it has nothing to do with me), but today, on Monday 23rd April 2007, the Web is celebrating the first Pixel-stained Technopeasant Day.

For those with no patience to read the above links (or who have been away trekking across the desert), a pixel-stained technopeasant wretch (also wench) is someone who gives their work away for free online. To honour the occasion of PST Day, writers and artists have been asked to offer up samples of their creative output, as many have already done for years.

I’m not even a peasant yet (my ‘work’ has not so far earned me a single bowl of gruel), but anyone is invited to join in.

So, in this spirit, here’s a link to my semi-biographical horror story The Leech.

P.S. It could have done with another edit. One lives and learns.

n degrees of separation

Wednesday, April 18th, 2007

You know about the tales about someone who knew someone who’d…

Right?

Virginia Tech, and the USA, are a long way away. But I know someone who knows someone who has lost his son in the shootings.

Suddenly, it feels very close.